Today an adorable little girl rushed Archer in his stroller and hugged him. She then proceeded to kiss him, a kiss that lasted seconds and when she pulled away he screamed his head off:
"Sorry, baby," said the little girl before leaning in to kiss him again. But Archer kept his pimp hand strong and he held out his arms in proper block form and began flailing at her face and kicking and having a temper "oh, hell no!" tantrum. (sidenote: She was obviously a ghastly kisser, unlike the foo-ista who Archer gladly kissed back a few weeks ago.)
"Archer, dude, it's okay. Calm."
The mother picked her daughter up, "Your son isn't very friendly is he?"
"Yeah, well. I'm training him to hate women."
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt. The record stopped. "Just kidding, I was... um, yeah. We're going to go now."
Sometimes I forget that I am the only person besides my son who thinks I'm funny.
Heh, awkward, heh.